Doctor and Patient

Ever since my yearly school physicals,
I have been turned on by doctors and examinations.

I remember as a kid
queuing up outside the nurses office with my fellow students, in our vest and
briefs, waiting to be seen and finding something erotic about the fact we were
wearing so little.

One boy always got my attention because his mum made him
wear a string vest and briefs so you could make out his little body
underneath. He also wore the shortest shorts around school. At that age I put
my feelings down to being envious of his fashion, but I now know those
feelings were desire as it has stuck in my memory from being a 10yr
old boy, to now 29yrs old.

The anticipation of what went on behind those
closed doors also got me excited and I frequently had to turn my mind
to other things to stop from getting a hardon.

This turned to fascination
with my body and soon I was playing "Doctors and Patients" with the other
kids. I have noticed a lot of guys have done this in their youth
but few go into detail as to what actually went on.

I had my
first dry orgasm playing this game with friends. It started in the playground with
running behind the games hut to play "I'll show you mine, if you show
me yours"

It progressed to going round my friends house to play and one
of us would feign an injury (nearly always in the groin) and the other
would check it out. I remember the musky, sexy smell in the air as
one of us would decide to be the doctor and get the other to
undress to their vest and briefs, while the other stayed fully clothed and watch
their friends vulnerability as they lay before them.

In the early memories of this
no direct contact was made with cocks and balls. We would tell the other
to lay still and lift his vest and tap his chest, feel under his
armpits and then feel his legs.

The anticipation of these actions before getting to
the crotch area always caused both of us to throw boners in our briefs(
which at that age were generally standard white Y fronts).

The next step was
usually to lower the waistband at the front so it just came to the
base of the cock. The person playing the doctor would then place his flattened
hand on the stomach and then abdomen of the other and gently prod, all
the while watching the covered hard flesh which was rucked under the material for
signs of movement. Most of the time it would cause the patients cock to
jerk under the loosened material and tent his briefs.

We would then lift the
leg bands as high up the body as the crotch would allow, gathering the
patients balls up tight into a mould and prod again with a flattened hand
around their crotch, sometimes brushing the sides of their balls. If the erect cock
was in the way ( and I always made sure it was) it was
then legitimate to hold it through the material and move it to one side.
This always sent shivers of excitement through my body, both as the recipient and
administrator. It would continue for as long as time would allow.

As these sessions
progressed the briefs would be lowered below the bum and just clung to to
root at the front. More moving of the cock took place, blowing on the
exposed skin and stroking too.

One guy who was an expert doctor was a
boy called "David" He was very athletic and very popular at school. He also
had matured earlier than the rest of us. He had a shed at the
bottom of his garden which was very private and allowed us a lot of
time to explore.

He was also very sure of what he wanted and
always took total control. He would be the one to remove my clothes and
get me to lay on the work bench. Before I was even touched I
had a boner throbbing in my briefs. As he felt my chest he would
them remove my vest and slide his hands over my upper body and into
the waistband of my briefs (just short of touching my cock). When he lowered
my waistband he would always move it lower than other friends would so the
very root of my cock was showing making my cock point downwards. He would
then move the material between my legs down so that my leg holes were
loose and the band of material in the middle would be just wide enough
to cover my throbbing cock but expose my balls to him. He would then
blow air through these gaps, causing my cock to jump in it's confines. By
this time I would be moaning and feel desperate for a pee, but he
would keep me still until the urge subsided then continue by moving my cock
from side to side, up and down within the thin strip of cotton.

This
would eventually make me grab his arm to stop and he would then grab
my cock very firmly through the cotton and I would spasm, thrusting through his
grip. This was bliss but one day got better.

I was with David in
his shed and we had just got to the point where I wanted to
pee. He stopped and told me to sit up (I knew this was a
departure from the norm). He then told me to raise my butt off the
table and started to pull my briefs off. I kind of protested (I was
so stupid then) so he told me if he turned round I was to
take my briefs off and then lay back down on the bench with my
briefs covering my cock. I thought this was a good compromise and did as
he requested.

He now started feeling my sides and after drawing my knees up,
he felt the backs of my legs up to my butt, brushing my balls
along the way. This was sensational and I felt myself wanting to pee but
didn't want this to stop. He lowered my knees again and spread my legs
wide off the bench. My briefs were just balanced over my throbbing cock and
I was sure my tightened balls were exposed.

He placed his hands on the
fronts of my legs and very firmly and slowly drew them up towards my
crotch. He continued inward and just pushed the briefs out of the way with
his motion and replaced them with his hands around my cock. I did not
resist, but moaned and thrust into his hands whereapon I shuddered and a dribble of clear fluid escaped my cock slit which he massaged over the head of my cock. We repeated this many times.

WOW. It's amazing how clear some memories can be. I wrote this as I remembered it and apologise if it rambles. I would be interested to hear of others "Doctor, Patient"

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